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🕷 starker
🧲 explicit
🕷 slow-burn, pining, age gap, underage cannabis use
🧲 Peter is having trouble sleeping. Luckily Mr. Stark has a soft spot for this kid with his blossoming case of post-Germany PTSD, and knows the perfect sleep aid.
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i'm drunk and right now i'm so in love with you and I don't want to think too much about what we should or shouldn't do
from the outside
By: epistemology
Gen, 4k, wangxian
Aspec Wei Ying thinks his friendship with Lan Zhan is perfect. Apparently Lan Zhan does not. (Spoiler: that's okay)
"I do love you," Wei Wuxian blurts out when he sees Lan Zhan's mouth begin to open. He doesn't know what Lan Zhan was going to say, but he's not sure he's ready to hear it, and this needs to be said before anything else. "I do. So much. I'm just not—I'm not in love with you."
He doesn't look at Lan Zhan when he says it, doesn't want to see the look on his face. Will he be disappointed? Will he be heartbroken? Will he ask Wei Wuxian to leave and give him space to get over him?
"What is the difference?" Lan Zhan asks. It's quiet, almost as if he's pondering to himself. Wei Wuxian blinks rapidly a few times.
"Um. Well. It's not romantic."
"And what does that mean? For you?"
And that's the million dollar question, isn't it? He's honestly not even sure he can answer it, not fully.
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Shouyou truly hadn't been paying attention to Noya and Tanaka's conversation until it was directed at him. Most of the team was involved at that point, focused on their discussion as they stretched, but Shouyou had been too busy thinking about the cool techniques he watched on the Adlers match last night. Maybe Kageyama would help later if he begged hard enough.
“What about you?” Noya asked. Hinata dragged himself from his daydream where Kageyama was agreeable for once and they executed the new move on one try. He looked up from his straddle to see everyone watching him. “If you could date anyone at the school, who would it be? Doesn't have to be realistic.”
“Huh.” Shouyou leaned into his stretch and thought for a moment. “Probably Kageyama.”
In his opinion, the shouts of disbelief and laughter that followed were entirely unjustified.
On the court, the ball Kageyama had set to himself dropped onto his head. “What the hell?”
“He said it didn't have to be realistic!” Shouyou protested.
“Why would you say me, though?”
“Well,” Shouyou began, pulling his legs into a butterfly pose, “if we were dating, you'd have to be nice to me. And toss to me whenever I want.”
“Dumbass. I already do.”
“And,” Shouyou continued loudly over him, “I obviously can't date someone who doesn't love volleyball as much as I do, so Kageyama is really the only choice,” he finished to Noya, who grinned down at him.
“That's a great answer! Very well thought out!”
“Then you could play volleyball on your dates,” Tsukishima drawled from the bench. “You probably couldn't do that with anyone else because the King is the only person who would find that romantic.”
“Exactly! Volleyball dates would be the best kind!”
“But how is that different from all the times you two already practice together?” Suga pointed out.
“You can't have a date at the school gym! I guess we'd have to go somewhere else. Like the park.” Parks were romantic, right? Then you could have a picnic after.
Suga scrunched his forehead. “So, if you played volleyball with Kageyama somewhere else, it would count as a date to you?”
“Uhhh.” Shouyou had lost the conversation somewhere. “Yes?”
Taukishima and Yamaguchi snickered to one another. Yeah, he was definitely missing something. He looked around, but everyone else seemed to be in on the joke.
“Alright, enough of these shenanigans. Let's get started with some laps,” Daichi announced. Shouyou followed his gaze to Kageyama, who was looking very red.
Shouyou jogged over to him. “Ready?”
“For what?”
“For what?” Shouyou mimicked. He made sure to make his voice sound very annoying and Kageyama-like. “To race, Bakageyama!”
“Who says I want to race you?”
Shouyou frowned. “But we always race.”
“Yeah, well. Maybe that's a dating-only perk now.”
“What? That's not fair!”
“So's telling me you would date me in front of the whole team!” Kageyama fired back.
“That's different,” Shouyou whined. “It's not like that. I was just saying hypothetically.”
“So you wouldn't want to date me?”
“That's not what I meant! I meant—ugh, you know what I meant!”
“No, I don't,” Kageyama said. Then he sped off.
“Hey! Wait! I didn't know you were gonna start!”
“Catch up already!” Kageyama hollered back.
Shouyou started running and yelled, “If I win, will you date me?”
He was still behind Kageyama, which meant he got the special pleasure of seeing the flawless King of the Court stumble and almost—almost—trip.
“Just try and beat me, and then you'll find out!”
Oh, it was on.
Hey! For your prompts? Someone recently commented to me that there wasn't enough Dick whump with handwringing family around --which couldn't be more true. I had a flash of Dick and Jason (and jay/dick would be great) and Bruce stuck (snowbound?) in a cabin fretting over a wounded Dick but having limited supplies to treat whatever is wrong. If that inspires you, I'd love to read it. Or, honestly, any Dick whump and hand-wringing over it that sounds good to you, because there can never be enough of it. 😍 Hope you find you muse! 😘
Thanks for the prompt! I don't usually write whump, so this was a bit of a challenge, but I hope you like it :D
The water in the industrial sink in the corner is freezing, but it’s all they’ve got at the moment. Bruce wets a rag—a dirty one, they don’t have anything still clean at this rate—and brings it back to Dick. His face has lost all color by now, eyebrows pulled together in a grimace. He hardly looks like himself.
Jason grabs the rag the moment Bruce reaches out to clean the wound himself. “Make yourself useful and find something we can stitch this up with in that belt of yours,” he bites out. Bruce reminds himself that Dick is important to Jason too. It helps, to know they’re in this together, even if Jason clearly doesn’t see it that way.
He roots through his belt mechanically. He always keeps a small supply of emergency medical supplies, not nearly enough to do anything about the gash in Dick’s shoulder, but it’ll have to do. Once the weather passes they can make their way out and hopefully get an alert to Oracle.
Jason’s got another piece of material—a shirt, maybe—pressed against the wound, trying to stem the flow of blood, while he cleans the surrounding area as best he can. There’s so much blood. He tries to remind himself that Dick’s been through worse, as if that’s a comforting thought at all, but Bruce knows all too well that surviving wounds of any kind has much to do with luck.
Maybe this is the time that Nightwing runs out of it.
He pushes that thought away, pushes Jason’s hand away from the wound so he can get to work. He’s always had steadier hands. Jason’s hands shake when he’s worried. He’s done his own stitches just fine over the years, but right now there’s no way he could hold the needle straight.
He seems to realize this because he doesn’t protest.
It’s not like Bruce doesn’t know they’ve been sleeping together. They might be subtle, but neither Jason nor Dick are equipped to hide their relationship from him, especially when he has Barbara and Alfred on his side.
“Hooking up” is what Barbara had called it. Bruce had been inclined to agree.
Now, he’s not so sure.
Jason watches with sharp eyes as he finishes the shoddy stitching job. Flinches when Dick lets out a groan of pain. They manage to bandage him up as best as possible, and then Jason’s hand returns to grip Dick’s, white knuckled and tight.
They need to get him to a real medical facility. Bruce can only hope they make it in time.
For his own sake, and for Jason’s.
Ask prompt:
Childe and character of your choice
Prompt: Nobody said it was a constume party, you heard what you wanted to hear.
Thanks for the prompt! This was a fun one to write! I picked Kaeya as the character of my choice simply bc I wanted to humiliate Childe and I figured he'd have the best chance at that lmao
Childe really didn’t appreciate the laughter.
Don’t get him wrong, he loved making Kaeya smile. One of his favorite pastimes, actually. But right now it was at his own expense, and, well, he felt a little silly.
Scratch that. A lot silly.
“Maybe this is a good thing,” Kaeya remarked with that stupid, smug grin of his. “At least this way we don’t have to worry about any of the other knights thinking you’re a threat.”
It’s hard to look threatening in a ruin guard costume. A real ruin guard is one thing, but a relatively skinny man in a boxy, homemade suit, courtesy of Teucer is quite another. He thinks he could still manage it, if you gave him a knife and some people to kill, but as it stands, he looks—and feels—very stupid.
“I thought this was a Halloween party,” he said miserably. The costume made it difficult, but he managed to lean in and press his forehead to Kaeya’s shoulder. A shoulder which was now shaking due to another bout of stifled giggles. “You told me the Halloween party was this weekend.”
“Yeah,” Kaeya chuckled, “it’s a party on Halloween. Though I distinctly remember asking if you had a suit for the Knights’ Ball.”
“I thought it was a costume party,” Childe hissed. “Halloween party equals costume party, Kaeya!”
“Clearly you were wrong,” Kaeya said, and snagged a flute of champagne off a passing tray before pressing it into Childe’s hand. Good call. He’d need a lot of alcohol to get through this. “I never said costume party, you heard what you wanted to hear. Look at this this way, at least you’ll certainly make an impression.”
“Yeah, an impression all right.”
Kaeya laughed again, and, well. Maybe it wasn’t so bad.
Prompt: Jiang Cheng + hope warred in his heart, regrets tainted his logic. to live is to love, to suffer, to endure. he lives, then, carrying legacies and leagues of pain. he lives, enduring, and he loves for all he's feeding his festering rot.
Blob! Thank you for the mdzs prompt and for giving me the chance to write my boy jiang cheng ;-; I debated which era of jc suffering to take this so I hope you like what I ended up with <3
There is still so much to be done. It isn’t over, nothing is ever over. That’s possibly the only lesson life has ever taught him to its fullest. There is always more to come. There is always another day to weather, so you’d better get good at standing tall.
That’s always been his job. Since the war, since the Wen, since Wei Wu—
Since his core.
He thinks he hates him. He thinks he loves him too. It’s never been easy, since the very start of things, and he wonders if it’ll ever get close again. He wants so badly for his brother to sling an arm over is shoulder again, to rope him into yet another round of shenanigans that will end with only one of them kneeling, insisting that it’s fine, Jiang Cheng, it’s better than both of us getting in trouble all with a grin on his face. He hates that he wants it.
Wanting makes him weak.
He’s never been wanted that way. It’s only fair that he does not want either.
There is always more to come. There is only moving forward, an impossibility when you’re stuck in the past. Life will continue, days will come and go, whether he dreams of a future that never was every night or not.
He cannot bring a-jie back. He cannot undo all the choices Wei Wuxian made, cannot make him the boy he once was.
He lays a hand on Jin Ling’s shoulder, ignores the bright hope that blossoms in his sister’s son’s eyes at the gesture. His sister’s eyes.
It is time to return home.
Ask prompt: JayDick
Prompt: you're the only one I want to wake up next to
Thanks for the prompt K! I ended up taking the angsty route though which is probably not what you were going for with this one. But don't worry! I imagine they work out their issues here eventually
Jason wakes up to the sound of the window opening. He wakes up that way a lot these days. Or nights. Dick never stays the whole night. And he never uses the door like a goddamn human being either.
They’ve been doing this more often than not lately, coming back to Jason’s apartment and spending an hour or two in his bed. They usually let themselves fall asleep after. Dick always gets sleepy after getting off, and Jason? Well, he’s not gonna turn down the chance to wrap Dick up in his arms for even a little bit, listening to him breathe in the darkness. He always falls asleep eventually, just like he always wakes up to Dick quietly slipping away before morning.
He’ll take what he can get. Maybe it’s a little pathetic, but if Dick doesn’t want to take things any further, then he’s not gonna push. Jason doesn’t think he’s ever felt this way about anyone else, his love for Dick rooting its way into his heart before he was even old enough to understand what love was. It’s never left.
So what if he wakes up to Dick leaving every night? He still gets to wake up next to him. And maybe. Maybe if he lets himself hope, he can imagine waking up with Dick in a different way. Late in the morning, dozing in and out of sleep, warm in each other’s arms.
Dick glances back before he ducks out. Jason makes sure to close his eyes before he’s caught staring. Dick must know he’s awake, but they don’t need to acknowledge it.
The window closes. Jason goes back to sleep.
for prompt: jaydick undercover where they unexpectedly have to act like lovers (it wasn’t in the plan). 👀👀👀 also i think it’s so cool you’re doing this!!!!!! good luck 💚
Hello nony! Sorry this took so long! My wifi went out which took forever to get sorted, but I am back to writing! Thank you for the prompt and I hope you enjoy!
“The death grip you have on my hand isn’t very convincing, you know,” Dick said casually. He could feel Jason tense the moment the words were out of his mouth, but really, it couldn’t make things worse. He doubted they made the best picture, doubted they looked very in love.
“Maybe I’m just a really possessive boyfriend,” Jason grumbled. The grip did loosen though, just a bit.
Boyfriend.
Dick had dated guys before. This shouldn’t feel so foreign to him. It’s just. It’s Jason. By all accounts, suddenly being thrust into a situation where they had to act like a couple should have been incredibly strange, with Jason of all people.
Dick remembered when he was just a pre-teen and so anxious to make a good impression on everyone in his new little makeshift family. He remembered the crushing guilt when he found out that kid had died under the weight of all the expectations placed on him. He remembered realizing that kid was now the very same criminal who had been stringing them along for weeks and laughing as he tore the same people he used to love apart.
Dick remembered a lot of different versions of Jason. So why was this version making him so nervous?
“Can you at least pretend like you like me for a bit?” he snapped. If Jason wasn’t going to take this seriously then neither should he.
The hand fell away, and before Dick could protest, it wrapped itself around his waist, pulled him close. Jason was just tall enough that Dick could tuck his head into his neck if he leaned in enough. “This better? Sorry if I’m not used to being all affectionate like you are.”
There was too much sarcasm spread into it for Dick to take it as an actual apology. Still, he tilted his head, felt Jason tense against the movement and then relax. His arm around Dick’s waist tightened minutely.
“Yeah. Yeah, this is better.”
